This is a story albeit a short story of Laura Wambui and Pamela Phyllis, both united by the golden threads of matriarchy, sodality, and locale; separated only in hue.
Solomon’s aphorism on friendship reads thus ‘a man that hath friends must shew himself friendly; and there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother’, Laura Wambui, a nurse and mother of 3 fantastic children one of which is that friend the apothegm aptly describes.
Pamela Phyllis my dowager from the Isle of Sheppey. I called her Granny, she called me Alfred. A nurse, who sacrificed much for her family, her faith, and her vocation.
Two ladies who negotiated life’s chicanes independently but found themselves at the confluence of cancer.
A few statistics- In 2017, 46% of cancer deaths in the UK were women. Its estimated that 38% of these deaths could have been prevented. 1 in 2 people in the UK will be diagnosed with cancer in their lifetimes.
Menander wrote- he/ she who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day. Laura and Pamela did not get a chance to run away but through Laura’s children and me, they are living to fight another day.
This September, before the end of the month, I will complete 200 miles on my bike for Cancer Research UK.
I will be pedalling harder than ever because I want to raise money for life-saving research and help bring forward the day when all cancers are cured. ‘Another day’ is nigh, taking the fight to cancer.
Every penny makes a huge difference to vital cancer research so please show your support with a donation to my page.
For every Laura! For every Pamela! Till cancer is vanquished!